Poems by William Shakespeare

Lo! As a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feather'd creatures broke away,
Sets down ...

Two loves I have of comfort and despair,
Which like two spirits do suggest me still:
The bett...

That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow which I then did feel
Needs mu...

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For ...

How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
Wit...

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power
Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle, hour;
W...

Were 't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great ba...

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Is perjured...

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Thy pyramids built up with newer might
To m...

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full character'd with lasting memory,
Which shall ...

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being,
And the...

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
[ ] these rebel powers that thee array;
Why dost t...

O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
Or, ...

My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on th...

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
...